"Whew!"

In the darkness, another sharp arrow was fired.

“Bing！”

Shot again on a blue gem.

Smaug's massive dragon eyes twitched, and the vertical pupils of its beautiful reptiles flashed with the cruelty of intelligent creatures.

"Boom, boom! Found you. ”

No matter how well the breath is hidden, as long as you attack, it will be exposed.

So it waited, using its own body as bait.

Ignoring the bald head and the scythe-wielding man shooting at it, the beast waged its tail and trampled on the overwhelmed medieval building beneath its feet.

The wings of flesh flicked and flew in the direction of the arrow in the darkness over there.

"It's useless!"

Feeling the breath of the attacker move, Smaug roared in the night sky, and occasionally a rain of meteorites fell beside him that seemed unthinkable to modern people.

The most important thing is that these huge stones still have a fire light, and they obviously did not burn out.

Meteorites smashed into this poor town, creating one devastating crater after another, large and small.

Explosions, collapses, mixed with the cries characteristic of human beings.

An apocalyptic sight.

On the bell tower, the old K jumped down expressionlessly, and the middle-aged man with a peaked cap ran without looking back by the old wooden bow on the cup.

He has some kind of inexplicable old cool guy in him.

Go forward, turn a corner, turn around, and keep running.

His robes rubbed against the rough gravel walls of the street, and there was no intention of stopping. Old K had to run, to attract the guy to a designated area. All of them are trying to help someone hide what is really important.

One ring after another, this cool old brother is just a key link in this plan.

This is the only way to ensure the mutual protection of this group of travelers with a weak foundation of trust. Use value, use value to ensure that you will not be abandoned by collaborators.

Moreover, it seems that except for the omission that this dragon can still release magic without mana, everything else is expected.

"Boom!"

A wall cracked.

The gravel smashed head-on, and Lao K stepped sharply, stepping on the bones of a certain corpse under his feet and running in the opposite direction.

There is another way.

"Got you!"

Dragon's roar.

The sound of footsteps shaking behind him proved that the big guy was not far away.

Reach out your claws.

This self-traveler could even feel the claw wind and murderous aura coming from behind him.

The next moment.

Smaug looked at the broken step on his claw in confusion, and the other party's aura disappeared in this second, reaching the other side of a stone wall a hundred meters away.

Flashing.

Old K ran forward, not even bothering to wipe the cold sweat behind his back, and his cap that saved his life was still worn by him on the top of his head.

It's close.

It's closer to that area.

Dodging the debris falling from a meteorite beside him, the sound of wings flapping was heard again in the sky behind him.

The temperature rises.

But the crimson-gold dragon didn't say anything to show its pride, only the flames from its chest to its mouth.

Dragon's Breath!

It's over.

The middle-aged cool old man with a wooden bow closed his eyes.

But he didn't die.

Someone arrived.

A chill emanated all around.

Zhao Qian indifferently held the big sword in his hand.

It was a little difficult, or the dragon breath of Smaug in front of him was far more powerful than he imagined.

His hand shaking with his sword was shaking, even though he had actually blocked the attack.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the sword.

The flames stopped.

The old K behind him obviously reacted, and the middle-aged man continued to run forward, and the dragon's goal was always it.

The big creature could sense the threat of this human with a bow and arrow.

Raise your claws, a sweep.

It's like sweeping the garbage on the table.

Zhao Qian subconsciously raised his sword to block, but he was still smashed into a nearby shop because of his strength.

I climbed up from the shredded wooden door of the shop and felt my stomach churn.

Not bad, at least not hurt.

Not far away, because of his own procrastination, Lao K ran another distance.

However, on the other side, the big guy caught up at a faster pace.

Approached.

He could even see that there was another half-mutilated corpse under the claws of the big one.

It's just that.

"Bang!"

What a voice sounded.

Like a drop of water falling into the oil pot, it broke the unique "tranquility" of this town.

In Zhao Qian's ears, it was as if everything had stopped moving.

Wails, screams, falling meteorites, explosions, and footsteps.

Everything was drowned out by this voice.

Gunshot.

Sniper rifles.

Clenching the greatsword in his hand, he silently watched the light on the distant roof piercing the night.

Like a blood-red shooting star.

It's a bullet.

A bullet with the breath of death.

Smaug apparently reacted, something in its instinctive blood warning the last dragon.

It gave up its prey in front of it. I want to get out of the way.

It's a pity that its huge body makes it a little unable to react.

The blood-red bullet passed through the fleshy wing of the mid-air monster and shot into the vital point of its body without hindrance.

Heart.

"Roar!"

But there are certain facts that cannot be prevented.

The crimson-gold dragon fell to the ground with a bang.

The final struggle slowly evolved into a gradual silence.

It's over.

This was the real fatal blow, with a bullet containing the Dragonlord-level Philosopher's Stone.

"Stomp, stomp."

Quiet steps rang out from the area where the dragon had died, and the entire plan was proposed and designed by the designer. , a man with a white fur scarf around his neck looked greedily at the motionless corpse.

"Right in the middle."

Grey Rabbit said as if to the headset hanging in his ear, his gaze scanning every corner of the place, searching for traces of the key.

Now, it's time to enjoy the fruits of victory.

"Nope."

"What?"

On the roof in the distance, Rose in red makeup clutched the sniper spear with white steam smoke from the muzzle in her hand and said indifferently to the headset, but it was more like talking to herself about the gun in her hand.

"0.01 centimeters off."

She stood silently and listened.

On the other side of the headset, there was an earth-shattering roar.

The dragon wasn't dead at all.

It scrambled to its feet and launched a final counterattack. (To be continued.) )